I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

On Wudang Mountain.

Ming Shantong found Xia Ji with the "** Scripture" in her arms.

In her mind, the weak little prince was fishing by the stream, still so dusty, and could evoke the emotions in every woman's heart.

For such a person, it is easy to practice the "** Scripture", right?

Ming Shantong walked to him, put the thin golden paper booklet beside the boy, and said, "Cultivate it."

"what is this?"

"The Scriptures, the inheritance of Xuan Su Palace.

On this trip, my head teacher and I discovered that Peng Keng was dead in Shenyin Mountain, so I found this exercise in his arms. "

"Why should I practice?"

"The method of yin and yang differentiation is the safest way to solve the demon fire in your body, so you...if you want to survive, you must practice."

"Yin and Yang differentiation?"

Xia Ji remembered that Peng Keng had asked him to apprentice his teacher and suggested that the method of saving him was this "yin and yang differentiation."

The so-called yin and yang differentiation is to use some pure women to perform differentiation, vent the purple fire by the way of yin and yang, and share it with other women, making the flame within a range that humans can accept.

In this way, the originally dangerous Zihuo might be able to be used by him and by those women.

Blessings and misfortunes regenerate, and yin and yang are transformed.

This is a magical double cultivation method recorded in the "** Scripture".

At the beginning, he refused to join Xuan Su Palace, so he had never been able to practice this method. Unexpectedly, after several rounds of this exercise, he actually ran under his nose again.

Ming Shan Tong said: "Remember it?"

"Um."

"Based on the conditions of the little prince, there must be many women who know that you want to practice the method of differentiation, they will definitely do double cultivation with you willingly, and will never regret... Shantong does not want to see her sad, nor does she want to see the little prince forever Fallen into this kind of illness.

The little prince is both awe-inspiring and upright, and he has a terrifying power of mystery. "

"What a pity?"

Ding.

Xia Ji's fishing figure suddenly solidified, and the fishing line that drove the fishing also froze in the middle of the lake.

He slowly said: "The four precepts of Wudang, one precept must not kill in order to survive, the second precept must not be **** for pleasure, the third precept must not steal to provide for oneself, and the four precepts must not lie for self-reliance.

If I only use this skin to confuse other women to help me practice the method of yin and yang differentiation, so as to please myself, how can I be at ease? "

"The little prince needs to live and have a bright future, and how do you know that those women who are willing to pay for you are just bewitched by you? This is really very arrogant, right?"

"Shantong, what you think about is that Zihuo can be divided, and those women can bear Zihuo... but what if you can't?"

"this..."

"If you can't, those women will burn their bodies and die, and die in pain and despair in the flames.

And I... there are situations where I can survive because of being divided into Purple Fire. At that time, what do you think I should do? "

"If the little prince is worried, you can buy a maid for a try.

I know this is cruel, but there is no other way.

And... if it succeeds, the maid will also be favored by the little prince, right?

This is also the corresponding reward. How much risk is how much gain is. This is equivalent, isn't it? "

"Shantong, who do you think of me?"

Xia Ji turned his head, and never looked at the "Confucian Classics" again, but the old **** continued to fish on the ground.

He wears long hair, has a stubborn chin, loose white robe, and pale hands.

The wind in the mountains, the singing birds, the blooming flowers...

The season has slowly turned to summer.

For the first time in his life, Ming Shantong felt ashamed and blasphemy.

There was some anger in her heart, "Isn't the little prince afraid of death?"

Xia Ji fell silent and said, "I don't know Huishuo, I don't intend to spring and autumn. What else can I expect for a full day?"

The simple sixteen characters exploded in Yu Mingshantong's ears. This was a scene and consciousness that she had never thought of.

It seems that eternity is frozen in a moment, and it seems that eternal life is confused with the moment.

And this is in conflict with a certain idea in her heart.

She snorted: "Panotic!!"

Then he stooped to pick up the "Confucian Classics" and put it back in his arms, and turned away.

But after walking a few steps, she suddenly thought of something, stopped, and asked sideways: "The troubled world will start, this time I go out, I feel very deeply... If one day, Wudang suffers a catastrophe, you can still be like this. Stick to yourself?"

"can."

"Don't you save me if you die?"

"No, I will save it my own way."

Ming Shantong took a long breath while holding the "Confucian Classics". The anger in her heart slowly stopped, leaning respectfully, and then said: "Shantong is just an ordinary court lady, so she hopes that the empress is happy, and the little prince is happy... Then, Shantong will come to persuade the little prince again tomorrow."

After that, she turned around again.

The face of the little prince seems to have improved a lot, is it because of eating flat peaches?

Haoran righteousness, the method of mystery and the same, plus the "flat peach" that the king of God couldn't ask for...what a blessing, and how favored by the heavens.

Such a person, coupled with the blood of the royal family, is simply a hidden dragon lying in the deep valley.

Such a Qianlong... will it really always sit in the back mountain of Wudang?

The trees are full of shadows,

The hill is out,

Yun Shen doesn't know where to go.

Ming Shantong pressed the sword on his waist and walked on the winding mountain road back to the front mountain.

Two days later...

On the official road outside the front mountain, there was a rush of horseshoes.

The Taoist priest immediately looked flustered and tired, his face was dusty and tired, but he didn't notice it, but his hands were tightly tightening the reins, his face tense as if he was about to break at any time.

As soon as he reached the foot of Wudang Mountain, the Taoist priest quickly climbed up the steps.

Obviously he has walked many mountain roads, but because of the panic in his heart, this Taoist priest fell several times and was very embarrassed...

When I arrived at the front palace of Zixiao, I saw the Yuhezi who was presiding over the pilgrim's internal affairs, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Almost with the weakness of a drowning man, he whispered: "Master, something has happened... "

Yu Hezi is smiling and discussing the ideals of life with a pilgrim. Once the negotiation is completed, it will be another incense fee.

Seeing the disciple at this time, I didn't plan to ignore him.

The disciple said in an almost pleading voice: "Uncle, something has happened..."

Yu Hezi said hello to the pilgrim, and then asked a younger generation of the younger generation to accompany the pilgrim with a more flexible sacred priest, and he followed the disciple to the back of the palace.

Yu Hezi said: "What's the matter? So flustered! Peace of mind, calm and calm, this is the state of mind that a cultivator should have."

The disciple tremblingly took out a letter from his arms with a trembling hand, and then handed it over, "This is a letter from the head teacher..."

Yu Hezi was stunned, took the letter hurriedly, and opened it for inspection.

At this glance, his face turned pale.

Taking a breath, he said "Fuck, Gobi's mud horse"...

The disciple's eyes widened, "Uncle, what do you say swear words?"

Yu Hezi hurriedly coughed a few times, and said: "You have heard it wrong, Pen Dao didn't say it."

Then, he warned again: "Don't walk around here, don't say anything about it, I will go to Prince Cave first to ask Daoxuan Dao Xuan."

Daoxuan Zhenren is the fore-hand teaching, that is, the old way.

"Yes, Uncle, I...I won't move around here." That disciple had already been utterly innocent, and when such a big event happened, his whole person was imaginary now.

Seeing the master uncle leave in a hurry, the disciple felt his legs soft, and he was actually sitting on the cold ground.

Yu Hezi carried this letter,

The contents of the letter flashed through my mind.

What Wudang colluded with the demon, the two thousand soldiers accompanying the official government were all destroyed, but none of the Wudang disciples died.

When the real Peng Keng fought hard with the demons, he was beheaded by Wu Qingzhu, the instructor of Wudang, with a sword.

The wife of the real Peng Keng escaped by chance and was killed in public by the head of Wudang.

In addition, there are many eyewitnesses, shouting, "If you want people to know that you can't do anything else, Wudang and the monsters colluding is a sure thing." Those people stated the time and place in a conclusive manner. , And even showed evidence.

The most frightening thing is that the evidence is really Wudang things... as if Wudang has traitors.

In addition, the analysis of the situation alone is scary enough.

Yu Hezi only felt that if he weren't a Wudang disciple, or if he hadn't understood the former junior sister and the current junior sister, he would have doubts too.

Why is the real person Zuo Ci and Mao Ying both safe and sound, only the little sister-in-law has brought a lot of manpower and the Huo De Xingjun chapter, yet such a major event has happened?

The letter was written by the little sister.

In addition to some descriptions of the situation, there are also Xiao Shigu's own speculations.

She almost insisted that the real Zuo Ci of the Magic Dust Palace was colluding with the demon, and this time... she was also framed by Zuo Ci using illusion.

In addition, the wife of Peng Keng also committed suicide deliberately. This scene reminded her of the weird incident that happened on Mount Wudang before. It seemed to be similar to the existence that wrote "No Go Down".

Like this, Yu Hezi's hair is horrified.

Soon, he came to the front of Prince Cave.

The door of the cave closed tightly.

He shouted through the door, "Yuhezi, please see Master!"

The voice dissipated, although he couldn't penetrate the stone gate excessively, but Yu Hezi's mouth was almost all attached to the stone gate. With the strength of the old way, he would definitely be able to hear it.

a long time...

no respond.

Yu Hezi continued to shout.

After half an hour, there was still no response.

Yu Hezi felt that her numb scalp was about to burn.

"Master, please forgive the disciples for their rudeness. This fact is of great importance. A careless step will be forever... the disciples did not dare to deal with it and had to open the door in advance."

Lao Dao once told the two about how the Prince Cave mechanism works when they entered the cave for enlightenment. The first was Yu Qingzhu, and the second was Yu Hezi.

With that said, Yu Hezi took a deep breath, and smashed the stone wall in the upper right corner with all her strength.

Something like a turntable emerged from the stone wall.

Yu Hezi used the "lock unlocking formula" to calculate, and got the unlocking method this time, and then rotated a few times according to a certain rhythm, and then retreated.

Click...

The Shimen lifted up, revealing three stone caves and a vaguely-faced incense statue in the center.

He walked into the cave in a low voice, only to see Lao Dao sitting in the central stone cave with his eyes closed, and a faint golden film spread all over his body.

Yu Hezi shouted: "Master."

The old way seemed unheard of.

"Master..."

"Master!"

"Master!!!"

One after another ~www.wuxiahere.com~ but the old Dao didn't react at all. He was obviously immersed in a mysterious state and couldn't get out of it at all.

Yu Hezi panicked.

The current situation is simply not something that can be smashed into the past.

To push Master?

In case the master made a madness, then he would die.

For a while, Yu Hezi was dumbfounded, and the letter he was holding in his hand also fell leisurely, and was blown out in the cold wind that rushed out of the cave.

Very ear-piercing.

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